Golden Coin – Harry Potter Dream 22-10-21

Here is this morning’s dream, brief but possibly significant.

I am sat on a chair at my desk typing. M, a relative, walks up to me and hands me a memorial coin, freshly minted. She insists that I have it. I know it to be a golden £2 sovereign. It is very heavily embossed and there are designs and writing on it. Even though I know it to be gold it looks like a bluish metallic colour. I turn it over in my hands, it is about six centimetres in diameter. It morphs into a circular touch screen tablet of around 80cm diameter which suspends itself in space. The tablet contains all anyone could ever want to know about the world of Harry Potter. It has drop down menus, about scripts, the whole film set, fan information, spells and history. I activate several of these to check they work. I do this by touching the screen with the index finger of my left hand and of my right hand. The menu scrolls down and then up.

The sensation is very much like this:

Dream ends:

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Money is crystallised power

2 is the need for humility and understanding sometimes destiny

Gold is the Nagal / spirit

Harry Potter is magic / power.

index finger – perception of other’s relationship to me

left feeling

right rational / logical

Mosi-oa-tunya

the smoke that thunders

is all that stands between.

I see you son of seer

who hunts ever gold

 

I fear not any collars

of which you once spoke

unto me

so very, resentfully

 

leave trace in my den

and Seitch Jacurutu

will hear matters

of the desert

 

in my Honour as fremen

will I give freely

unto you,

both chapter and verse

 

no need of artifice

when simplicity might

yet work

its easy magic

 

may Shai-Halud

cleanse the paths.

It falls on me to give,

oh, most cautious one

 

you must provide

secure means

and then the Mentat downloads

Insh’ Allah

 

ever the shadows

is instinct of old

ever the light

I am much more, bold

 

the morning star

and the setting sun

must soon

full circle come

 

foe am I not

ne’er have I been

fate has its quirks

sure, as can be seen

 

the smoke that thunders

is all that stands between.

I see you son of seer

who hunts ever gold